The Distant Joke
The ledger said three hundred and twelve pages, but my hands, stiff with the cold that seeps through the flagstones of the High Court, counted three hundred and twenty, and the discrepancy was a weight I could not set down. I am Elias Thorne, a scribe of no rank, and I have spent the last four years transcribing the petty disputes of millers and merchants, a life of ink-stained fingers and...
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